Emerson Wilmore was an exemplary Ravenclaw student, known for her unwavering dedication to academics and an unyielding moral compass. However, things took a twisted and deviated turn in her life after her boyfriend, Cedric Diggory, was murdered by L...
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The castle was alive with magic, transformed into a spectacle of Halloween enchantment when the holiday came around. The castle had outdone itself this year: the corridors shimmered under the flickering light of floating jack-o'-lanterns with their carved faces grinning mischievously and the staircases were wrapped in creeping vines of magical black roses that occasionally bloomed and wilted before one's eyes.
The Great Hall in particular was awash in amber light, the ceiling bewitched to resemble a dark, stormy sky with flashes of lightning illuminating flocks of bats darting through the air. Every inch of the Hall seemed alive with the eerie spirit. It was undeniably Halloween, and with it came the infamous Slytherin Halloween party.
As it always did, the Slytherin party was to commence at 9:00 pm sharp with everyone above the Fifth Year invited.
It was a party that people talked about for weeks afterwards; a blend of mystery and mischief that made it impossible not to attend. But Emerson had been determined to avoid it, just as she had last year. She wasn't in the mood for loud music, drunken students, or any flirtations she might have to endure. However, Olivia had a way of convincing her otherwise with relentless pleas. So, despite her initial resistance, Emerson found herself reluctantly getting ready in her dormitory after the Halloween feast.
"You're not doing this for the party," Olivia reminded her before dinner, showing her the proposed outfits. "You're doing this for me because George isn't here, and I refuse to stand in a corner by myself."
Emerson sighed but gave in because of her love for Olivia, not her love for parties. Olivia had further sealed the deal by proposing that they go as matching Disney princesses. It was an idea that brought back fond memories of their summer holiday in Italy, watching the animated classics on afternoons when they didn't feel like spending the day at the beach.
"I call Aurora," Olivia declared, her blonde hair practically sparkling under the dormitory's light. "It's only fitting. And, Belle is perfect for you. You've got the hair for it, and besides—she's a Ravenclaw in spirit."
